There isn't much of her to look at (31-22-32 and 90 Ibs.). Even so, it seemed as if every mod in Manhattan had turned up at Fashion Photographer Bert Stern's studio to see Lesley Hornby, 17, the cockney wraith more accurately known as Twiggy. Stern threw a welcoming blast for Twiggy when she arrived in the U.S. with plans to expand her minifashion career by peddling some $1,000,000 worth of her clothes in department stores across the nation and picking up an occasional $120 per hour as a model. At a loss to explain why anyone would pay that much to take her picture, Twiggy said objectively: "Hit's not really wot you call a figger, is it?"
The election next week, said a spokesman for Americans for Democratic Action, will be "pro forma"—which hardly speaks well for their democratic action. Still, the A.D.A.'s nominating committee had made such an imposing choice for its new national chairman that the membership is really not likely to complain. The unopposed candidate: Harvard Economist and old New Frontiersman John Kenneth Galbraith, 59.
He's been hermetically sealed in the joint since last December when he arrived amid reports that he was dying. Since then, Phantom Billionaire Howard Hughes, 61, has been shelling out $250 a day for the privacy of the ninth-floor penthouse atop the Desert Inn in Las Vegas. A bit steep, perhaps, but now Hughes will be paying the rent to himself. For $13 million, he has bought a 50-year lease on the entire 600-room Desert Inn, along with its casino.
At next September's Sao Paulo Bienal, the U.S. will be represented by such pop artists as Andy Warhol and Robert Rauschenberg. But by startling contrast, William Seitz, former curator of Manhattan's Museum of Modern Art, who picked the entries, opted for a real grandpop to stage the major U.S. one-man show: Edward Hopper, 84, an old master of realism whose cityscapes go back to his association with the "Ashcan" realists. When someone suggested that Hop might be a bit old-fashioned to be keeping such company, Seitz snapped: "It would be ridiculous to eliminate the best artists simply because they were over 40, or were not the discovery of the month."
On her third major project as a reporter for McCall's, Lynda Bird Johnson, 23, surveyed U.S. collegiate patois and produced a "Glossary of Campus Slang—How to Tell What in the World the Younger Generation Is Talking About." It's a little hard to tell what in the world Lynda is talking about, since at least 40 of the 55 terms in the glossary are almost old enough to be in the Oxford English Dictionary: "Cool it," "bug out," "put on," "stay loose." Lynda did uncover one fairly recondite turn of phrase. To "turn your E.B. up to Mother" means to "turn your electric blanket up to the highest temperature; hence, return to the womb and security (chiefly West Coast)."